Cancer Poem by Justin Phillips

A worm crawled up inside my father's ear
and whispered words he didn't want to hear.
It spoke of wrongdoings, and it fed on the guilt,
it grew bigger and bigger on the tears that were spilt.
It stretched through his body, his energy drained,
excuses were useless, his spirit was pained.
But he kept on listening to the worm's little voice,
and he closed his eyes, didn't see there was a choice.
He got weaker and weaker, with his insight blind,
and that treacherous worm curled into his mind.
Then finally, finally, he let himself die,
and he departed our world with a breath and a sigh.